Category Archives: Wordsmith

I, mind by by Erich Michaels

Wondrous simplicity in the words of Erich Michaels:

” … In my head I didn’t carry uncertainty like a leaden blanket, ending sentences in…?
In return you punctuated every sentence with

I love you. ”

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/04/15/i-mind/

Erich Michaels describes himself as “just trying to share the human experience.” He has a bachelor’s degree in creative writing, but find himself writing SOPs (lather, rinse, repeat) in order to make a living, which can be detrimental to the creative process. You can find him on the road to recovery at Erich Michaels. Every journey begins with a single step, right?

SD Short Story Contest Finalist: All Caps, No Spaces – Wes Trexler

“You’re completely disoriented as you run down the steps of the courthouse in Downtown Manhattan. This isn’t exactly your neighborhood, and it’s hard to get your bearings straight at first, but you know you have to move fast and catch a train soon, any train headed Uptown, so you move as quick as you can in dress shoes minus the laces.”

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/03/25/sd-short-story-contest-finalist-all-caps-no-spaces-wes-trexler/

Wes Trexler is an American writer and filmmaker based out of New York City. Recent stories have appeared in the Wisconsin Review, Willow Springs, Story|Houston and elsewhere. Several others have appeared in the Rag Literary Review, including one which was awarded their fiction prize in 2015. Mr. Trexler was born in West Virginia. He studied at Eastern Washington University and attended the Squaw Valley Community of Writers workshop in 2005. He plays clarinet.

SD Short Story Contest Finalist: No More Than You Can Salt – Basilike Pappa

Caught in the web of Basilike Pappa’s words:

“Show me someone who doesn’t want to make their parents proud and I’ll show you a liar. Or, worse, I’ll show you a weakling who shies from hardship. Or, even worse, a heartless, ungrateful bastard. For it is a truth secretly whispered that, when parents bring a baby into their home for the first time, and the sleepless nights start, and the crying turns to howling for hours on end, one question keeps gnawing at their minds: Why did we do this to ourselves?”

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/04/02/sd-short-story-contest-finalist-no-more-than-you-can-salt-basilike-pappa/

Basilike Pappa lives in Greece, where she doesn’t work as a translator, a copy-editor or a historian. When she doesn’t write, she reads, walks her dog and cooks without salt. She fights anxiety by singing in a loud, bad voice. Her prose has appeared in ‘Intrinsick’ and ‘Timeless Tales’, and her poetry in ‘Rat’s Ass Review,’ ‘Surreal Poetics’ and ‘Bones Journal for Contemporary Haiku.’ You can read more of her work on her blog, Silent Hour.

SD Short Story Contest Finalist: Empirical Miracles – James Ph. Kotsybar

The magician on the television invited his audience to discern how he worked his prestidigitation. Lying on his stomach in front of the screen, Little Timmy propped himself higher on his elbows. He was eager to learn.

The magician said, ”Belief is the key.”

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/04/05/sd-short-story-contest-finalist-empirical-miracles-james-ph-kotsybar/

Chosen for special recognition by NASA, James Ph. Kotsybar is the first poet to be published to another planet. His haiku currently orbits Mars aboard the MAVEN spacecraft, appears in the mission log of The Hubble Space Telescope, and was featured at NASA’s Centaur Art Challenge at IngenuityFest, Ohio. He was featured speaker at the 2018 EuroScience Open Forum in France and invited to return to the next ESOF2020 in Italy.

Most recently he has had poems published in The Bubble, Askew, The Society of Classical Poets, LUMMOX Press, Sixfold, Mason’s Road, Encore and Scifaikuest, and has received honors from The State Poetry Society of Michigan and the Balticon 48 Poetry Competition. He especially enjoys science poetry, because of its extended shelf-life.

Wonderstance – Basilike Pappa

Wonderwords by Basilike Pappa on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

“Winter in radio frequencies
his mad orchestra
the pale state of heaven
Sluggish days / cemeteries
for pencils – broken…”

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/04/08/wonderstance/

Basilike Pappa is a bookmonger and a wordcubine. She believes that in poetry an image must montage the mind with false cognates, and that god is sun on a copper coffee pot. Her prose has appeared in Life & Art Magazine, Intrinsick and Timeless Tales, and her poetry in Rat’s Ass Review, Surreal Poetics, Bones – Journal for Contemporary Haiku and in Nicholas Gagnier’s anthology All the Lonely People. Most of the time she can be found reading near a window in Greece. You can see more of her work on her blog Silent Hour.

SD Short Story Contest Finalist: Dear You – Teri Blades

Love shuffled its feet in
Dear You by Teri Blades

“It’s been a few years since I wrote a letter to you and it’s been 365 days since we last spoke, 8760 hours since we last saw each other. Do you remember?”

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/04/01/sd-short-story-contest-finalist-dear-you-teri-blades/

About the author: I am an emerging writer and theatre enthusiast with a small upcoming theatre company based in Barbados. Dear You was inspired from walking the historic streets of Barbados’ capital and dreaming of a tragic love.

Leaving

“leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses.
you make him call before
he visits. you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.”
Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell

Art by Catrin Welz-Stein.

The art of painting

“I passionately love the life of my own time, so animated, so frenzied. […] Yes, I love things that shine, precious stones that sparkle, fabric that shimmers, beautiful women that inspire carnal desire… and painting gives me complete possession of all of that, for what I paint is often the obsessive realization of a dream or a fixation…. One must want to touch the picture, it must be a pleasure for all the senses. The picture must be something exciting and exalt life.”
Kees Van Dongen

Art by Kees Van Dongen – Anita